"Not the adjective I'd have chosen, but I can't say I don't agree," Q replied, his heart fluttering as the footsteps grew louder, accompanied now by a familiar whistling.
Panic won out, and Q caught Dutch's hand and pulled her into the next room they passed, locking it once they were inside.
"I don't think it's safe out..."
He cut himself off as he finally took in the room they'd walked into. ...A perfect recreation of the tiny studio apartment he'd called home before he'd been recruited by Six. A dump of a place, with peeling wallpaper and a bed that was nothing more than a mattress on the floor.
The walls held posters of several bands, from punk to early 2000's EDM. and in the centre of the bed sat a laptop. Q's first real machine, covered in stickers and held together with little more than duct tape and hope.
"This- This can't be real. It has to be a dream- Or a psychotic break. That would certainly explain why you're here anyway."
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Date: 2015-10-30 03:03 pm (UTC)Panic won out, and Q caught Dutch's hand and pulled her into the next room they passed, locking it once they were inside.
"I don't think it's safe out..."
He cut himself off as he finally took in the room they'd walked into. ...A perfect recreation of the tiny studio apartment he'd called home before he'd been recruited by Six. A dump of a place, with peeling wallpaper and a bed that was nothing more than a mattress on the floor.
The walls held posters of several bands, from punk to early 2000's EDM. and in the centre of the bed sat a laptop. Q's first real machine, covered in stickers and held together with little more than duct tape and hope.
"This- This can't be real. It has to be a dream- Or a psychotic break. That would certainly explain why you're here anyway."